CHAPTER SIX
The weekend passes in a blur of birthday catch-ups. Morning tea turned into lunch with my parents—Dad made the bookshelves—and then dinner with Andy. I spend Saturday cleaning. Living alone should not produce this much mess. It’s all cleaning spray, rubber gloves and buckets of water. As I empty the dirty water bucket onto the plants in my driveway I notice the neighbor’s car is back. It gleams in the midday sun. It’s gotta cost a mint! No sign of the driver. I wonder again what he does for a living. At least the front yard is looking neater. A lot neater. The grass has been mowed and the shrubs are trimmed back. The house looks like a completely different place. Much more inviting.
Elisa texts on Sunday morning to invite me out for coffee. There’s a local statue park she’s b
